Salient. An Organ of Student Opinion at Victoria College, Wellington, N.Z. Vol. 2, No. 8. May 31, 1939
Subterranean groans fitfully issue from our Auckland Freedom King. He reminds one rather of a nearly extinct volcano that rumbles in its stomach— emits a jet of dirty, black smoke, and then relaxes on its archaic foundations of rubble and dust. But perhaps it is not surprising for a minor eruption to occur occasionally in a city built on dormant, volcanic cones.
What is this "Glorious Freedom" that Professor Algie craves? Is it the freedom that demands of one—the waxing of tings—God and King—the hon-our of dashing across the grassy plain to stick a bayonet in the man in the swamp? "Our Leader" is peculiarly adept at flag waving, as are numerous of his satellites. Or is it the "stimulating freedom" of private enterprise— the still glorious opportunities of men and women to be free to do as they like? To work in the happy harmony of law, peace and order—order such as "Thou shalt not steal," etc., etc. (even though the belt is a little loose and the mind active with inactivity).